by Powerone
William's cock was shoved hard against his pants, cramping it as it grew in desire. He reached over, grabbed one of Carrie's hands and put it into his lap on top of his cock. He curled her fingers around it. "Take it out and jerk me off," the words spilling out of his mouth before he realized what he said. He felt ashamed as soon as he heard them aloud, but Carrie's hands, both of them moving to unzip his pants, soon overpowered the shame.
Her movements were urgent, tearing through his pants, even opening up his belt and
pants, peeling them back until her soft hands curled around his cock. God, he thought he would cum, fighting back the urge, clenching his muscles to quell the lust in his balls from spilling from his cock.
It was so not like William, Carrie finding her hand pushed into his lap, surprised by his order. Yes, order. He didn't ask her to jerk him off, he told her. She obeyed so willingly, her hands finding his naked cock, freeing it from the tight restraints of his pants. Her fingers curled around the hot flesh, Carrie finding his erection rock hard. She reached one hand between his legs to grip his balls, his hips rising up, her other hand beginning to glide up and down the thick shaft. She tightened her fingers over the ridge as her hand slid up the shaft. She didn't even care who could see them, she just wanted to please
William.
She began to masturbate him, her soft hands sliding up and down his cock, gripping it
as tight as her pussy would. He felt a shudder as some sperm leaked out the head of his cock, fighting the urge to cum. He pushed aside her panties, finding her naked sex already wet with desire. Two fingers entering her without resistance, a gasp from Carrie's lips as he impaled her, her hips rising up high. His thumb moved up her slit to attack her clit, slapping at the swollen bud. They were both lost in masturbatory fantasy, their hands
skillfully bringing each other to the orgasms that they sought. Two fingers became three, sliding in and out of her as his cock would do. A perverse thrill ran through Carrie's body, as the sound of their lovemaking grew louder. She was going to cum in the theatre. And so was William, hearing him panting with desire.
The couple in the same row was watching them, but William was beyond help. He felt
the tingle as his sperm raced up from his balls, Carrie's hand cupping his balls so lovingly, teasing the sperm from them. Her other hand raced up and down his cock, her fingers so tight, his precum making his cock slick enough for her to masturbate his cock faster. Her insides clenched on his fingers as they plunged in and out of her super heated pussy,
Carrie began moaning loudly. He kissed her, his lips crushing hers as he tried to muffle the orgasms that raced through their bodies, William biting her tongue by accident when he came. He felt the sperm shooting from his cock, Carrie's hand bathed in his creme, the sound of her slick hand moving up and down shattering the peaceful quiet of the theatre.
She came just as he did, her hand covered with his hot sperm. She continued to
make him cum again as her hand pumped his cock up and down. Her body shook, her
thighs clenching together tightly, trapping William's fingers inside her, clenching her muscles tight on them as the orgasm raced through her body. William was rubbing her clit, pressing it hard into her pelvic bone with his thumb, triggering a second, more powerful orgasm in her. Luckily William had covered her mouth, her scream of pleasure smothered with his kiss.
William took his fingers out when her legs spread wider, releasing them from her hot
pussy. Carrie had found some Kleenex, wiping the abundant sperm from his cock and her
hand, giving William a few to wipe his fingers and her pussy before he delicately pushed her panties back over her pussy. She so adroitly put his cock back into his pants, his semi-rigid member easier to navigate. They didn't say a word, his arm returning to her shoulder, Carrie's head on his shoulder as they both relaxed and watched the rest of the movie as if nothing had happened.
They were quiet most of the way home, discussing the movie but saying little of their
brief sexual encounter in the movies as if it really didn't happen. She made William a drink, the music coming softly from the speakers. She sat down next to him, noticing his lack of ardor, disappointed that he seemed to be satisfied with the hand job in the theatre. After some coaxing Carrie was able to get a rise out of William, literally and figuratively, her hands caressing it tenderly. He seemed to get more interested, slipping the dress from her as Carrie stood in front of him, standing in her bra and panties. He got up, taking her hand and leading her to the bedroom. She lay down on the bed, William taking his time to
undress, his cock pushing out his boxer shorts as he climbed into bed.
William was more tired than sexually aroused, but he knew that Carrie still wanted
lovemaking tonight. He slipped her bra off, his mouth finding her nipples, sucking gently on each one, his hand stimulating the other. Her hand took his cock out, William feeling it jerk in pleasure as her fingers curled around it and began to masturbate it up and down.
His hand slipped down over her stomach, Carrie's legs spreading as his fingers slid into the tight panties, his hand finding her naked sex still wet. He rolled the panties down her legs, throwing them aside. He spread her legs open, his fingers playing up and down her slit, pushing aside her puffy lips to rub her inner lips almost clinically, his fingers exploring every inch of flesh. He mounted her, Carrie's hands guiding his cock inside her, her legs coming around his back to pull him inside her. He began to rhythmically fuck her, his
hands exploring her breasts the way she liked.
It felt good to have William inside her belly, but it was such a disappointment from the brief encounter earlier in the theatre. He seemed more interested in finishing than
arousing her, his cock fucking her almost mechanically. She faked an orgasm when he
came, tightening her legs around him, drawing him in as she puffed loudly in pleasure. He didn't seem to notice or to care. Ten minutes later he was asleep, Carrie's mind was still going over the details of how he had taken her in the theatre. It was almost as if he were a different person than the one that snored softly beside her.
It was two weeks later; Carrie was still unable to put it out of her mind. She wanted the man that took her in the theatre, forcing her to masturbate him, his hands harsh on her nipples and clit. The man that took his pleasure with her by force. She had decided,
setting out the props on the nightstand beside the bed. The bed that they would be in
tonight.
They were both naked, a small lamp illuminating the room. William reached over and
began to play with her breasts. Softly. She abruptly stopped him, reaching over to the nightstand, opening the drawer, and taking out the four strands of rope that she had cut and neatly piled up. She turned to him and said it before she changed her mind. "Tie me up." Her heart stopped beating, her breathing ragged as she waited for his response. She looked into his eyes and saw the shocked look etched on his face.
William wasn't sure what she said, but the rope in her hands left little doubt in his
mind what she wanted. She wanted him to tie her up. He didn't know what to say, the
revelation was so abrupt. He had never done such a thing, never even contemplated such a thing. She handed him the rope, William taking it, not knowing what else to say or do.
She lay back on the bed; her arms stretched high up to the headboard, one to each
corner. He watched as her firm breasts pulled up high, her nipples sharp and pointing
toward the ceiling. He got out of the bed, moving to the headboard, taking the first length of rope. He tied one end around her wrist, careful not to make it too tight. He tied the other end to the bedpost that stood up majestically on the bed. He moved to the other side, her arm outstretched, waiting for him to tie it. He did it again, this time the rope even looser.
He looked down at her, almost ashamed of himself as she tugged on the ropes as if she
were trying to free herself from him.
William didn't seem to have it in him, the rope barely tight enough to hold her, Carrie having to be careful that her wrists didn't slip out of the rope. He got up from the bed, the last two ropes in his hands, but he didn't fathom what he should do with them. "Tie my legs open." She spread her legs when he was at the foot of the bed, her pussy opening up to his eyes as he stared up between her naked thighs. He tied her first ankle to the
bedpost. He moved to the other side, but barely glimpsed up between her legs as if he
were ashamed of himself. He gripped her other ankle, tying the rope around it, the knot tightening. He pulled the other end of the rope towards the far bedpost.
"Is that too far? Does it hurt?" William was worried that he was too rough with her.
Carrie lost her lust with his comments. It was not what she had expected, she was
sure that she couldn't get William to be what she wanted him to be. He would be a good father and a loving husband, but her sex life would be contained to pure vanilla sex. He tried, climbing on her, his hands playing across her bound and spread body, but he was too gentle, too caring. He fucked her, again Carrie feigning an orgasm as he came in her.
He was almost apologetic as he took the ropes off her. His decision was final, throwing the ropes in the trash can, curling up to her lovingly that night.
William couldn't understand Carrie, her sudden urge to be bound. He tried, but it was
immoral to tie up a girl and take advantage of her, ashamed as he tried to perform to her expectations.
They continued to date for almost a month, however, they began to grow distant.
Their lovemaking on Saturday night stopped after two weeks; Carrie was not even sure
who stopped it, William, or her. It really didn't matter. Their dates became more sporadic, telephone calls becoming infrequent. Suddenly it dawned on Carrie that it was Saturday night and she didn't have a date. William was gone from her life; Carrie began going back to the Internet for her sexual relief. Even a virtual Bishop was better than a real William.
CHAPTER 6
Her Mother Passes Away Suddenly
The telephone woke her up, Carrie looking nervously at the clock. Three A.M. That
was a bad sign; no one calls at this time of day unless it was bad news. Carrie picked it up, glad that she heard her mother's voice. "Hello Mom." Maybe she was lonely. Or drank too much and just wanted to talk to someone.
"I'm going in the hospital today for some tests Carrie." Her voice sounded nervous and halting. As though she was trying to hide something.
"What kind of tests? And why are you just calling me today?" Carrie didn't like hospitals. They were full of sick people and some died there.
"The Doctor found some spots on an X-ray. And I haven't been eating well for the last couple of weeks." Her mother lied to Carrie. It had been months since she had stomach problems, always putting it aside. Just nerves, she thought or bad food. It will go away.
But it didn't, it grew worse, finally passing out and being rushed to the hospital. Her excessive vomiting had made her lightheaded, finally passing out and banging her head
on the floor. They released her from the hospital last week after she put up a big stink, with the promise that she would come in for tests in a few days. Today was the day,
putting off telling Carrie as long as possible.
"I'll be there as soon as I can. I should make it this afternoon." Carrie's mind raced to all the things that she would have to do to get there.
"It's just tests for two days. Then I can go home. Finish up the week and come and visit me on the weekend. It'll be good to see you again. At home, not in the hospital. I know how much you hate hospitals."
"Are you telling me the truth?" Carrie had doubts, remembering how her mother looked two years ago. She had gotten old, Carrie never seeing her look that bad before.
"Promise. You can call me everyday. I'm going to be okay. I'll live to be a hundred."
She didn't want Carrie to see her like this. By the weekend, they would find out what was wrong with her and then it would be easier to tell Carrie.
"Okay, if you're sure. I'll call you tonight at Seven O'clock. And I'll be there on Friday after dinner. I'll drive down." She paused for a moment. "I love you." She hadn't said that to her mother in a long time.
"I love you too Carrie." Tears began to form in her eyes. "Now go back to sleep. I'll talk to you tonight.
Carrie didn't sleep the rest of the night, worried about her mother. She went to work, but began to get everything out of the way. Her boss would let her work from her mother's; most work could be done by e-mail and by computer now, only necessary that she be in
the office when clients came in. By three o'clock in the afternoon, Carrie had arranged everything, expecting to leave tonight after dinner to drive to her mother's. She would surprise her in the hospital that night.
Her cell phone rang at four o'clock, Carrie looking up at the clock while it continued.
She picked it up, the stranger's voice on the other end was trying to be compassionate, but could do little to stop the flow of tears that streamed down Carrie's face. Her mother had died thirty minutes ago, Carrie still trying to understand all the facts as she sat in her office, unable to even go home in spite of her boss's insistence. Her mother had lied to her, her condition more serious, the tests were more invasive, with risks that her mother failed to tell her. Carrie could do little to blame her. Or herself, she would have never made it even if she had left the first thing that morning. Now the trip back home would be to bury her mother. Carrie had never felt so alone in her life. She regretted not having a man in her life that she could fall back on, someone to console her, to take care of her in her hour of need.
The trip back home was nice, the weather starting to turn a bit cooler after the
oppressive summer heat and humidity. She had the top down on her Miata, her hair
covered with a black baseball hat, her red hair pulled through the opening in the back to blow in the breeze. She knew it would be a pain to get the kinks out of her hair, but she did enjoy the sun in spite of her fair complexion. She had worn a white sun dress, a
generous amount of cleavage revealed, her legs bare almost to her crotch, the dress
hiked up high on her legs. She was a bit of an exhibitionist, loving the way men would look at her as they drove by, some of them slowing down to ride along side of her for as long as possible. If they only knew that secretly she was naked under the sundress, her legs spread slightly, her sex naked, the cool air blowing up under her dress. She found that the trip went faster; her body aroused every mile of the way. She neared Tybee Island, the thought of her mother back in her head, a sadness falling back into place. She drove
through the town, passing the police station. Carrie had called the police station before she left home; finding out that Jessie had left about four months ago, the officer she talked to friendly, telling her that he left for a job in Charleston. Carrie was relived and
disappointed.
She pulled the car into the driveway of her mother's house, the sun just starting to set.
It was different then the last time she was home, a new house was built close to her
mother's house. She must have sold part of the land. In comparison to her mother's
house, it was contemporary, wide expanses of glass from floor to ceiling, extensive decks all around it, not the usual ocean cottage. It was a beautiful spot, the ocean just one hundred fifty steps away, the sound of the waves lapping onto the beach always so
soothing to Carrie. Carrie got out of the car, pulling the top up to keep the damp night air out of the car. She grabbed her bags from the trunk, making two trips to get them all
inside. It was almost as if she brought all of her clothes with her, as if she was not going to leave Tybee Island. Her boss, Melissa had agreed to let Carrie work from there as long as she wanted. Bo
th of them connected electronically in more than one way.
Carrie looked around the house, her mother had never been a neat person, a trait that
Carrie didn't inherit. It would take Carrie two days to clean the place, but she needed to stay busy. The funeral would be Friday, the day Carrie was suppose to have come down
to visit her mother. It would be a small affair, her mother stayed mostly to herself, including relatives. She wanted her ashes to be spread on the ocean she loved so well. She turned on the lights as she walked around the small cottage, two bedrooms and one bath. It
wasn't so much the inside space as it was the outside, a large patio that looked out onto the blue Atlantic Ocean that made it so nice. She didn't even notice that eyes were
following her every movement.
The car pulling in broke the usual silence that pervaded his home. He had been
expecting it. Lila had died this week. James had bought the large lot next to her house a year ago, building his own house on it. He knew she had not been in the best of health, but she kept to herself, a trait James appreciated. He spent so much time here instead of the large house he had in Asheville North Carolina, high up in the mountains. There he had complete privacy in his gated house, free of curious neighbors where his friends and he could indulge in their lifestyle, but Tybee Island is where he did most of his writing. He had to give up some of the privacy for the visual exploration his mind could indulge in at a beach community, where young girls and women paraded their half naked bodies without
reservation. And he had always found volunteers to indulge his senses, visual stimulation to a famous author was a reward by itself. He peeked out the window, pulling back the
curtain to see the small convertible pull in. It was starting to get dark, but her body was unmistakable, the white dress shimmering as she got out of the car, his eyes drawn to the wide expanse of naked leg as she shamelessly swung her legs out wide to get out of the cramped car. His eyes were drawn between her parted thighs, his imagination filling in the blanks that the darkness hid from his eyes. Was she not wearing panties? She stood up, taking off the baseball cap, shaking her hair back and forth until the deep red hair swung back and forth. A redhead, his cock beginning to thicken at the way her breasts swung
